Glenn Heath Jr.’s review published on Letterboxd:
Memories fondly remembered as history, and history brutally remembered as memories. "Nature out of balance" and iconography in perfect harmony. Thematically, a cousin of Jarmusch's DEAD MAN in its respect for the mysteries of spirituality and the lingering effects of genocide on the Native American perspective. The first act might be the most fleet and kinetic of any Hollywood film this year, or any year for that matter. It would be impossible to expect a 150 min goliath to keep this up. But it grooves and shakes and twists like no other modern western, and Verbinski somehow manages to harness all of the energy and unleash it at the perfect moments. Some of my favorite motifs/images: iron horses/train cars separating and conjoining, Tonto (Johnny Depp) balancing and gliding on a ladder emoting perfect Keaton deadpan, a child in Lone Ranger costume standing in front of a living Native American diorama, and an old man walking off into the desert as the credits roll (what a head fake and fuck you to the Marvel series and their ridiculous post-finale anti-reveals). "We are already ghosts," indeed.